Tere pyar mein khudko aisa khoya,
Na Din Mein Soya Na Raat mein Roya,
Ab To unki Ruswai se bhi Pyar hai hume,
Bas khuda se Milne ka Intezar hai hume,
Hume Rote Rote Unki Bewafai hansa jati hai,
Ae khuda tu baata Itna Dard kyu hai,
Jab Unki yaad aati hai..
Tor late tare bhi hum unke liye
us nile aasman se,
Mit jate hain nafrat bhi
chalo fir se hum bache ban jate hai
होम-वर्क की डांट से बचने के बहाने बनात
I remember when I was small and cool,
I was always playing truant from school.
My
अमरपुरी से भी बढ़कर के जिसका गौरव-गान
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
tu khud ki khoj mein nikal
tu kis liye hataash hai
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
